L.A.'s full of psychopathic drivers Some goin' too fast, others goin' too slow Not using blinkers, not using thinking Whether sober or whether drinking They are texting and they're talking Almost killing, for jaywalking It's a tough one, to drop your brother off Or your sister, or your father, or your mother off At the airport, for a flight back To your hometown where there's only white kids It's a drug den, that's what ___ said Then almost half those folks voted for him And still, it's getting hotter I wonder how long until L.A.'s underwater We'll still be in traffic, just in submarines Listen to podcasts and payin' too little for gasoline